“Your eyes are amazing,”
the man said to me.
I smiled to myself because,
honestly,
they're not just blue.
My eyes are the colour
of a bright spring sky,
pretty yet piercing,
unable to lie.
They're not just blue.
“You should colour grey hair,”
my friend said to me.
I smiled to myself because,
honestly,
my hair’s not just grey.
It’s threaded with silver
and white like the snow.
It’s proof that I’ve lived a life
all of my own.
My hair’s not just grey.
“A rosy complexion,”
It’s been said to me.
I smile to myself because,
honestly,
It’s just who I am.
I’ve weathered some storms and some
rough, windy days,
been frozen by snow, burnt by
the sun’s rays.
Yeah, it’s just who I am.
About the Creator
Julie Murrow
I'm an avid reader, writer and pianist. I have written on a variety of subjects and in various genres from children's stories, poetry and history to adult short stories. My three Skinny Pigs and I live by the sea, where I grew up.
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